From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent: Wednesday, November 30, 2005 10:41 PM PT
To:
Cc:
Subject: RE: gsg -- Think about how much time you want to devote to Ron
Bellows Senior of AIG, i.e....
T4,
First,
can I broadcast your email informing me that the DAAC have now entered a dark hole?
Second,
I assume you first sent my cousin
“tTOo”
[sic] as to how you might consider continuing your dialogue that I believe
ended back on April 14th with Mark who is not only Thabo Mbeki’s autobiographer but the so
literate son of the “male heir” of the American
I
assume you have taken a close look at this website operated by far more militant
black South Africans than you doing a pretty decent job of telling it the way
it is?
Not
many folks around the world aware the likes of over the top liberal Democrat
Senator Ted Kennedy are not all that appreciated by the most
oppressed peoples in the world but for “sum” [sic] reason not a single member
of the mainstream media anywhere in the world see it as newsworthy that the
Kennedy clan were and to the best of my knowledge remain very much in bed with
the DAAC, nothing quite spelling out
the truth as seeing in “black and white” on a not exactly
pro George W. Bush website,
One
As
you can tell I am writing this as if in fact I were broadcasting it to the
entire world which would include people who would most likely be hearing from
me for the very first time.
While
I show a tendency to be repetitive and often use the word “God” which Jewish people
spell “G-d” few would argue with my logical thought processing even
when I make the point of asking time and again how many coincidences does it
take before it is no longer a coincidence?
Then
every so often I get even those who have been following my writings for years
to mention little of my prescient timing, gold up now 42% since this “infantile”
email my rather brilliant wife sent MONEX
back on December 31st 2002 that begins, “it seems that
Mr. Gevisser might in fact be on to something” to suddenly pay just a
little more attention like when I now suggest that they come up with another
word for “God” that would make them, not me, feel a little more
comfortable once they agree that if there is no such thing as coincidence then
it automatically means that “design is everywhere” and for those
who are convinced that there is no such thing as a coincidence then I suggest
simply they accept at least for the moment that there is such a thing as “shared
energy” and if not then I would simply tell them to hang a while in
hell which as you know is not simply here on planet Mother Earth but once they
choose to get in the middle of my crosshairs.
The
consequences of there being “design everywhere” are rather
profound given how we all know perfectly well that we have “free
choice” other than choosing our parents, the color of our skin, eyes,
noses, ears, mouth and whathaveyou other than very few choices like for example
when thinking you are a good enough motorcycle rider to get on to my super
duper Ducati ST4S and instead of being comfortable going through hair-turn
bends at 70 meters per second you decide to push things and despite the motor
turning off automatically well before breaking the sound barrier you keep
accelerating eventually blasting through the light speed barrier of 90 billion
meters per second and again despite your athleticisms you lack the hand-eye
coordination that again wasn’t your choice, failing to notice the b
Bear
in mind this is all geared toward encouraging a dialogue not just with you and
the 6.4 billion of us on this planet but our extraordinarily SMART G-D who I
doubt is wondering all that much where exactly I am going with all this other
than to help those who have a problem with the word “G-d” find another word like Earth-Wind-AND-FIRE
Simply
get themselves a “life” but not to come crying back to me when I suggest that
each and every one of our moves is not only watched extraordinarily closely but
logged in a manner that would make it extraordinarily easy for our SMART DESIGNER to keep track of
everything we do, say, fail to do and fail to say?
Perhaps
no more than 24 hours ago a number of people on my email list that represents a
statistically valid sampling of the world’s literate population could have
argued, correctly in my humble and seasoned opinion, that the odds of getting
the majority of the world’s population let alone each and every one of us to
agree on a single thing were slim and none bearing in mind that we know for a
fact there are at least 10 Jewish people in this world who profess to being
Jewish and we also know for a fact that no matter what if you get 10 Jewish
people in a room there will be 11 arguments about who is a Jewish person and
therefore to suggest an accommodation of any sorts that would involve there
being “smart design” would be infantile?
Today,
however, you must surely take my word for it that things are very different
than they were prior to my sending out last evening the 3090 word email to my
good friend Dr. John K. Pollard who later in the evening credited me with
having made a “Good joke” when in response to his communication, “Coin
or Stamp markets are notoriously flexible as you are slowly exposing the
facts. Part of the reason is their thin nature. Valuable items may
only trade a few times a year in private transactions” I replied,
“Does thin nature have anything to do with the difficulty of getting
one’s arms around how well
how poorly a coin ages?”
As
you know “skating on thin ice” can be
hazardous no different to getting involved in the trading of anything that is “thinly
traded”.
In
due course I will be following up with Professor Robert Frank, Professor of
Economics at
Simply
flat broke, everything is “up for grabs”.
While
sophisticated financial engineers like Newell Starks, Chairman of the Board of
a private holding company under the “command and control” of Citicorp Venture Corporation, the most
successful and very secretive leverage buyout arm of Citigroup, not to forget
for a moment Dr. Jonathan “Trouble Bubble” Beare, have known
for umpteen years that none of the numbers add up, not even close, the world
ending up in another world war well prior to the masses figuring out the
shenanigans played at the highest levels of the pyramid, certainly never
figuring that someone such as myself would ever be able to “play
my cards” so “close to my chest” given how like
most “movers and shakers” thinking themselves so high and mighty,
ever so godly, incapable of both containing their greed and at the same time
keep their big mouths shut, I also never not until I started very recently
playing my “smart cards” professed anything close to a “belief
in G-d”, not even close, losing all so-called “faith” ever since I woke
up while in my early teens to see that the biggest crooks in our Jewish
community not only had the best seats in our over the top orthodox Jewish synagogue
on the corner of Silverton and Musgrave Road in Durban-Durbs South Africa but were very much in “command
and control” of our Jewish day school, no different to all the crooks
professing a belief in each of the other religions including atheism, the rot
systemic not just in Durbs but in every jurisdiction where the DAAC were granted a free rein to set up
one of their wholesale-retail diamond-money laundering operations.
To
be clear while still possibly the cash richest person in the world Trouble
Bubble, you have my word for it, while a big time crook is not a member
of the DAAC [DeBeers-Anglo American Cartel] not even close, given his “free choice” to open and shut
his big fat dirty mouth that talks mostly to his oversized ego so
extraordinarily well reflected in the sextuplets he was carrying that I
thought, despite not having a license to PRACTICE
medicine, were well overdue when we last met on January 15th of this
year in Beverly Hills, California no more than a half hours ride north of Del
Mar when there is little traffic and the California Highway Patrol have better
things to do than stop me for speeding on once again my one of a kind super
duper Ducati ST4S which seems even better balanced when my out of this world
beautiful and unimaginably sexy wife is on the back, her hands
free to express herself to motorists increasingly losing their both their grip
on life and sense of humor, staying put using her powerful French C
I
had brought along a tape recorder which I have used in recent times to make
recordings of phone messages left by folks who have nothing better to do with
their time than leave me the funniest life threatening messages, going to a whole
lot of trouble to mask their phone numbers while m
Marie
did in fact grant me “token approval” to turn the recorder
on as she after possibly 2 small glasses of the very best of French champagne,
certainly no more than 6 glasses filled each time to rim, following a 7 course
meal that I had prepared, began to describe a children’s book that she thought
might be titled, Minute One Baby.
Unfortunately-fortunately
depending upon your perspective of things Marie has issued me a rather clear
warning of how my sex life could be very SIGNIFICANTly
negatively impacted if I DARE place
the recording up on The Internet, [click on here] despite the material not
only over the top brilliant, she doing 99% of the talking, but it provides a
rather excellent example of how difficult it is for human sexuality especially
female sexuality to be translated into “black and white” text, which is
not to suggest that I will seek a ruling from the Federal Communications Commission to enjoy her, no strike
that, enjoin her without any pressure from me to make such a recording public
which is the right thing and the smart thing which is also the right thing to
do.
And
of course her “shot across the bow” also included
a prohibition of me providing anything close to a verbatim transcript, such
childishness on her part I simply put down to her plotting perhaps with Anne Merritt to “beat
me to the punch” in our highly competitive “race to die the richest person
ever in the grave.”
Before
continuing and possibly explaining in more detail why increasing numbers of the
“favored
class” are beginning to head enmasse for the hills, selling everything,
trying to get their names as in FOOLS
NAMES, FOOLS FACES IN PUBLIC PLACES out of the “public domain” at
blitzkrieg speed, I would like to hear back from you, the sooner the better,
letting me also know how you feel about reopening a dialogue with my RM bearing in mind the refusals to even
talk must have you increasingly invigorated that you did the right thing and
the smart thing which is also the right thing and reconnected up with me in an
effort to give most of all the next generation of us LWWEs a “fighting chance” of living the good
life so long as they don’t resort to violence thus playing right into
the hands of
Kgotso-Shalom!
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From:
Sent: Wednesday, November 30, 2005 4:49 AM
To: gevisser@sbcglobal.net
Subject: Re: gsg -- Think about how
much time you want to devote to Ron Bellows Senior of AIG, i.e....
Your cousin refuses to talk.
Even on the phone.
